Chapter 7
Those skin-tight brown rubber gloves sheathing the skilled hands of Dr. Dover that with them he could thread a needle.
Which meant that he had no trouble opening the fly of his white medico's trousers as he stood close to Lydia's blonde head.
Lydia watched almost clinically as he reached into his fly, those rubbery fingers slipping in the starched white trousers.
Deep in one corner of her mind, she retained her fear.
She knew that she was in deadly peril and sexual danger.
But that part of her which thought, and felt alarm, while not being switched off by the sedative, was neutralized by it.
Her true personality and undrugged awareness was smothered. She felt blown away, come apart at the seams.
Alarm prickled but could not erase the haziness of mind that fogged her thoughts, keeping her panic from rising to overpower her.
Almost with mild interest she watched Dr. Dover reach into his pants and fumble with his member, freeing it from his underwear.
By twisting and pulling, he brought the member out of the open flyhole.
First there was the sudden flash of red flesh as the fat knobbed cock head poked out of the parted zipper.
Twinges of worry and dread could not rouse Lydia from her daze.
Now, rubber gloved fingertips gripped the member below the rim of its head, and drew its swollen shaft from within the pants.
He pulled his penis so that it jutted from the open fly, which ringed its base, the member jutting like a red handle of flesh from starched white trousers.
"I imagine that your mouth should be rather dry now, Lydia," Dover remarked in a placid conversational tone.
"That being the case, I have just what the doctor ordered, ha ha ... but you will pardon me for chuckling at my own little joke."
The joke might have been little, but there was nothing little about the size of the stiff erection which jutted from his hips.
Gripping his penis, Dr. Dover edged to the examining table, so that his hips pressed the rubber sheeted edge.
His penis he held stiffly horizontal from his hips, aimed at Lydia's face.
"Now Lydia if you will just open your mouth wide, like a good girl ... don't resist, dear, the doctor knows what's best for you ...
"After all, we wouldn't want to have to fit you out in a harness like that worn by your unhappy friend Kimberly, now would we?"
This threat was able to pierce through the layers of fog which lay on Lydia's brain. Drugged or not, she knew she did not want what had been done to Kimberly to be done to her.
So, she opened her mouth. "Don't hurt me," she murmured sleepily, "please don't ... "
"Hush, Lydia, don't talk, that mouth is destined for better uses ... "
Dr. Dover leaned into her and pressed the tip of the penis to her face.
Her skin was warm, smooth, silken. He rubbed it with his erection.
Lydia's glazed eyes crossed as she looked up at the stiff rod.
Her head lay on its side, with the opposite cheek pressing the rubber sheeted table top. Her mouth gaped open.
Dr. Dover leaned over the table and rubbed the underside of his penis against her.
Veins in the swollen engorged member throbbed heavily.
"Open wide for your medicine, Lydia!"
Dr. Dover guided the cock head to her lips, then between them, into her mouth.
"Umph! Unh ... .. urk!"
"Wrap your lips tightly around it, Lydia, so you don't lose it, dearie ... that's a good girl ... suck on it, honey-poo ... "
The knobbed cock head filled her mouth. She sucked and slurped.
"Don't be afraid to get a little sloppy, Lydia. Really suck it."
Nurse Bella Sime stood at the foot of the table, staring at Lydia's quivering pussy. Her eyes were narrowed, glinting, her gaze hot.
"I have a dry mouth myself, doctor," she began.
She put her hand on Lydia's crotch, rubbing bush and pussy lips.
Dr. Dover pushed his penis deeper into Lydia's mouth.
Lydia's eyes were closed and her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked.
Nurse Sime fingered the pussy lips.
Lydia moaned at being handled in so shamelessly intimate a fashion by a female. But she was gagged with Dover's member.
Her moans rippled up the vibrating rod of his erection, into his balls.
Bella Sime spread the pussy lips and shoved in her finger.
Lydia gasped as she was penetrated.
Bella Sime held Lydia's hips down on the table with one hand while the other hand pushed in and out of her pussy.
"She's dry between the legs, doctor," Nurse Sime announced. "As narrow and tight as she is, she'll require lubrication before you're done with her!"
"And you will volunteer to provide said lubrication, Bella?"
The doctor's voice was breathy and rasping, as he pumped his penis.
"I'd be more than glad to oblige, doctor!"
"Oblige yourself, then ... just be ready to move aside when I'm ready for her."
"I'll keep her warm just until you're ready for her, then."
Bella Sime pushed her peaked white nurse's cap back, so that it sat farther on her head, toward the rear of the scalp.
Out of the way, as she put her head between Lydia's spread legs.
Bella Sime leaned forward, her heavy buttocks tautening as she bent from the waist, the bottom cheeks rolling under the uniform.
Resting her forearms on the table between Lydia's bound spread legs, Bella Sime pressed her face against the quivering crotch.
Lydia writhed her hips and clenched her buttocks as her pussy was nuzzled.
Bella Sime stuck out her fat pink tongue and slapped it down on the slit.
She licked it with long, hard, head-bobbing strokes.
The pussy lips were smeared with masses of saliva, as was Sime's face.
She pressed her lips to the labia and stuck her tongue deep in Lydia.
Lydia's tight pink pussy pressed the tongue which penetrated it.
Bella Sime thrust her tongue, licking the pussy walls.
Presently, beaded drops of fragrant moisture oozed from the pussy walls. They tingled tastily on Bella's tongue.
Lydia moaned, while the member of Dr.
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Dover pumped in her mouth.
He was quite readily aroused.
"I will mount this miss in a moment," he announced to his nurse. "Please lower the stirrups for my convenience."
Bella Sime raised her wet red face from Lydia'a quivering pussy.
"Yes, Dr. Dover!"
The fresh young taste of Lydia was thick on her lips and tongue.
She reluctantly but obediently lifted her head from between Lydia's legs.
The stirrups had been raised very high, for the examination of Lydia's anus and rectum earlier.
Her virgin ass, as the inspection had revealed.
Bella Sime now lowered the stirrups so that Lydia's heels were held about six inches off the table.
Just in time, for Dr. Dover was pulling out of her mouth.
His penis was rock-hard and red-hot, steaming.
But he had not come in her mouth. No, he was saving that for her pussy ... He pulled out, the cock head popping free of her lips.
Lydia looked vaguely surprised that it had come loose.
Her mouth was wet, smeared with saliva spilled during the suck session.
Dr. Dover stepped briskly down to the foot of the table.
His erection dripped saliva, some few drops of which spattered on the toes of his white shoes.
Bella Sime moved out of the way to make room for her mad medical employer.
Dr. Dover, still wearing those rubber gloves, undid the catch of his trousers and pulled his pants and shorts down.
He had a long gaunt bony skull, with a bulging braincase and pop eyes.
His body was distorted, hard-edged, lightly-haired, the flesh taking on a kind of dingy grayish tinge, from too much time spent out of the sun's light.
But his member was a red-hot horn of flesh to rival the muscular, well built Lupus; and his balls were swollen, hairy, oversized.
At the foot of the table was a little step-ladder, by means of which he could climb up on the table.
He placed his hands and knees in the spaces between Lydia's bound limbs.
He crouched over her, his trousers and shorts down by his ankles.
His penis, stiff, swollen, saliva-smeared, scarlet, jutted down from his hips.
He lowered himself down on Lydia's lithe, warm, naked pink body.
Taking hold of his member, he pressed its swollen head to her sex.
Bush and pussy lips were saturated with saliva, as was the interior.
Lydia gasped as her pussy lips were pried open by the cock head.
It was Dr. Dover's turn to gasp, as his seething sensitive member, shivering with stiffness, was engulfed in her steamy silken pussy.
He lowered himself on her, the weight of his hips sinking his shaft into her.
He flattened out on her, fully penetrating her.
He lay across her, with his head pressed next to hers, but turned away from her.
His scalp was covered with a green rubber surgeon's cap, his eyes were covered by his glasses, and his lower face was covered by the white gauze rask.
Sweat beaded up on his high forehead, misted the rims of his glasses, dampened his face mask.
His buttocks were stiff as he pumped his penis in and out.
A hand touched Lydia's head and once more turned it to the side.
Looking up, she saw Lupus standing in the place previously occupied by Dover.
Lupus, too, would use her mouth.
Even as she watched, he took down his pants.
He wore no undershorts. His member was thick, twitching, semi-erect.
Leaning over the table, he nuzzled his balls against her face.
He commanded, "Lick them!"
Lydia stuck out her tongue and pressed it to the quivering balls.
At the touch of the tongue they tightened in the sac of flesh, and the penis firmed up to a full-bodied, boned erection.
The head of the penis pressed Lydia's lips.
He stuffed his cock into her open mouth. Her head was turned to the side and he pressed one hand to it, to hold her in place.
The other hand held his penis at the base, stuffing it deep in her mouth.
He put it deeper in her mouth than Dr. Dover did.
The head of the cock nudged the back of her mouth, her open throat.
"Suck me, you little slut!"
Her mouth molded around the thrusting member which fucked her hard and slow.
Dr. Dover was more frantic, as he pumped and thrust into her pussy.
He panted like a race horse heading for the finishing line.
Over in the corner, Ivan stared, eyes shining, big hand kneading and squeezing the member which dangled down his thigh like a club of flesh.
Dwight took advantage of the preoccupation of the others to inflict some torment on Kimberly, whom he now abused.
He took out his penis, pulling the erection through his open fly.
He pressed into her, and rubbed the member against her taut thighs.
He gripped the demon-decorated front of the crotch piece and twisted it this way and that, working it to the sides.
Up and down, left and right and each movement sent fresh waves of agony shuddering through Kimberly.
"What are you doing, you unspeakable dwarfish horror!"
Dwight cringed as the shadow of Bella Sime fell across him.
She loomed over him, legs spread, hands resting on broad hips, face stern.
"I, er, that is, I was doing "
"I know what you were doing," she snapped. "It is forbidden! The doctor in his great generosity permits the use of a slave girl tonight!
"That is more than you deserve! Do not abuse his patience by taking liberties! And put that filthy thing back in your pants, where it belongs!"
Her sneer deepened.
"I don't want to have to look at that filthy little thing!"